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I Do Not Foresee A Time When I Shall Feel That I Have Nothing To Say.

A Writer Survives In Spite Of His Beliefs.

Because The World To-day Is So Constructed That No One Can Do What He Would Like To Do, And He Is Forced, Instead, To Do What Others Wish Him To Do. Because The Question Of Money Always Intrudes—into What We Do, Into What We Are, Into What We Wish To Become, Into Our Work, Into Our Highest Aspirations, Even Into Our Relations With The People We Love!

War Has Become An Affair Of Machines...and Soldiers Are Little More Than Clever Mechanics.

I Don't Think It's Possible To Write A Good Novel Around A Negative Personality.